"Yeah, he told me I had to come in earlier or I'd have to get another job" he says, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff "What an idiot..." he whispers, exhaling the smoke through his mouth.

You and Thomas were good workmates, helping each other whenever you had a question or going out on your lunch break to chat for a while. You always had anecdotes to tell, like the time he had a strange deja vú, or when you were followed by several men in dark glasses and suits.

"I'm one of the most qualified for this job and he's threatening to fire me. How awful."